Monday, January 31, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
*i recently stumbled on the web site of danny cooksey aka budnick from nickelodeon's salute your shorts. man i loved that show.
*this is what happened when i googled "ghostface killer."
homemade photo comic book weirdness. there's a lot more here.
*an obsession i can relate to: tattoos inspired by The Crow.
*where disturbing images live and thrive: oh my god oh my god.
*sexy anorexics? um.... no.
*fat chicks in party hats.
* watch angelina jolie have sex. NSFW!
* the new björk video.
* the new beck video.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
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But I can finally get around to writing about my weekend.
Saturday Rachael and I went to see the Wild fashion exhibit at the Met, which was fantastic. As the pix show, I visited some old friends in the Egyptian wing, where I spent so much time as a kid. I took after school classes at the Met in 3rd, 4th and 5th grade. We would sketch in the hall of Arms and Armor, sit in a circle in the Astor court in the Chinese wing, hang out in the dark halls of musical instruments. My totally insanely girly dream was to get married at the Temple of Dendur. I loved the Egyptian wing more than any other part of the museum.
Anyway, we were into the feathers, leopard print and fur at the show. It’s such a weirdly primal relationship that humans have with animals. We long to have the kind of traits that they exhibit – danger, ferocity, raw power. And just putting on a leopard print dress can invoke these feelings. Suddenly a woman is more of a maneater, a predator. A snakeskin glove brings with it a slithery, poisonous air. Feathers make you a delicate bird-like creature, fur can make you long to be stroked. (Freud said fur=pubic hair)
After the museum we ate at the super old skool Lexington Avenue Candy Shop that sort of makes you feel like you’re in Pleasantville or His Girl Friday.
We also visited Tiny Doll House, where we saw miniature books (Harry Potter!), tiny dogs, microscopic silverware and all kinds of small small furniture. Next stop was the Capezio store, where tiny dancers shopped for leotards and I bought hot hot silver latin T-strap shoes.
Sunday there were drinks on the comfy couches in the back of Rialto on Elizabeth street, followed by Winter Pear Martinis and caviar at Pravda. Some of us could barely talk about the terrible tsunami, since we had mouths full of salmon roe.
Later that evening I went to a Golden Globes viewing party at Luis’ apt. Anyone else notice how every man at the awards was wearing a silver necktie? It was like a uniform.
At some point over the weekend, The Neverending Story story was on TV. Well we all know I love taking pictures of the TV. I had to get my man Atreyu. Now, dude over at ThighsWide likes Barret Oliver, but I think Atreyu was a lil’ hottie. If you’re curious what Atreyu – I mean Noah Hathaway - is up to these days, click here.
There’s more, but it will have to wait for another day.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
bubble and squeak and all that. but i guess we came up with velveeta, and my mom's favorite, fluff, so whatever.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
i told dave when i was going to die and he said, "how are you going to die?" and i said, "heart attack," and he said, all excited, "me too!"
Friday, January 07, 2005
homemade pothead from anti social worker!
i love creative people. and i love street art. i'm sick of neckface - besides, he's off the streets and in bookstores and galleries. but i am all about stencils right now. here are some hot ones from stencil revolution :
i may have to do a stencil project myself - on a hoodie or t-shirt, i am thinking....
i took a picture of a crispin glover stencil at some point last year, gotta find that pic and post it.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
i went to see "The Phaaaaaaaaaaaantom of The Op-Era" over the weekend. it's kind of like a really long "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" commercial, but with more mist and more singing. oh, and there's some vogueing, too. remember vogueing? i remember seeing paris is burning back in the day, and once as a young club kid i witnessed willie ninja or someone from the house of xtravaganza really working it in the middle of the floor at the tunnel. but i digress.
why the world is atwitter with emmy rossum i cannot imagine. the girl had the same expression on her face throughout the entire movie: slackjawed, wide-eyed amazement. it's like they airlifted her out of another craptastic flick, Independence Day, and plopped her into this fog-laden trashterpiece.
however, there was one good thing about this movie, and his name is Gerard Butler. i vaguely remember him in Tomb Raider 2 but now he rivals my man Clive Owen for rugged UK heartthrob of the year. i mean, peep this!
of course, in the movie you only see half of his hotness, because he's wearing that Rejuvenique thingy of Infomercial fame. there was a review in the new yorker that said what was going on under the mask could probably be solved with "fresh fruit, Botox, and a healthy squirt of Visine."